Oh baby, I'm back. In case that you might ( or might not ) wondering where I had been for the last 3-4 weeks, I didn't go anywhere though. First it started with lack of inspiration as you can see in the post where there were nothing but bitching about bad cases in men which I seemed to fall for the same pattern again and again and it's NOT creative enough so I stop to take a little break from it and gather myself, my thought and my strenght once again until it's a good time to blog again :)

OK, here are few example about what I get from being away:

1. I AM certainly Carey Bradshaw. After watching much of the last season of Sex and the City til last week episode, Splat, where she was asked by her russian lover to go to live with him in Paris and almost everybody seems to be excited about that except for the Ms. Miranda-Reality-Check-Bit ch who thinks that Carey moving away from her beloved NYC is such a stupid thing to do but Carey thinks otherwise and thinks that Miranda is selfish because she's always around when she needs her and not there when she wants her friends to. Honestly I felt like that sometimes, when "people" want me then I'll be there but it's not that way when I want them. I am running around entertaining people. I thought I was happy but certainly it's not. I was dreaming. To realize that is truely heartfelt.

2. A friend indeed is a friend in need. Koby, yes that Koby. He got a flu that started infected badly to his tonsil and stomach and finally reahed his eyes. For the old time sake I went to accompany him, buying food and stuffs and talked to him until he fell asleep. Oh How sweet. Finally he got admitted to a hospital where I went to see him again for an evening. He seemed thankful for that. We are good friends.

3. Can't you just read the sign. The last time I got hit on, I mean really hit on by Thai guy was the first time I came out about 5 years ago. And last sunday after finishing working out in mid afternoon there came a thai-chinese guy trying VERY hard to talk to me, so I made his day dream come true, I said hi.

4. The fact that I might be different doesn't make me special. Yes, finally I can conclude that after reevaluate the thought again and again for almost a year. Even though the feeling is dead for ages now but just can't help thinking that I might be special but the fact prooves itself that I'm not. I'm done.

5. The fact that I might be more beautiful doesn't make me get mo' men. Hehe.. just kidding. I feel really good about myself actually even though that darn favourite instructor asked me if I just ate big meal. RRRRRR!!!

Be good everyone.